The Fifth Highness is still being deceived

Chu Yanchuan really didn't expect this direction, but thinking about Jing Feirong's youthful vigor, it's normal to think about it once he comes out, instead of making it look like an interrogation scene because of the question of "whether it's okay" like the first time, It is better to let nature take its course.

Jing Feirong's kiss was jerky but unambiguous, with a reckless energy that was neither light nor heavy, and after rubbing lips against lips for a while, he pushed away Chu Yanchuan's teeth, and entangled the tip of his tongue sticky Nong, put an arm around his waist and press him down to her.Chu Yanchuan couldn't help but leaned back, and was pushed by Jing Feirong to retreat to the bed, and fell down in a blink of an eye, his body was firmly pressed against him, and it was difficult to breathe.

Lips and tongue were entangled for a long while, Jing Feirong seemed to regain consciousness suddenly, raised his head, his ears and face were also red.He stared at Chu Yanchuan's lips, which were wet and red, dyed the color he wanted, really gorgeous but not bewitching, like snowy crimson.

Jing Feirong thought of a scene he had seen in the world—a full moon night, a clear water lake, a bright moon shadow falling on the surface of the lake, a piece of rouge-like peach petals fell on it, and the ripples moved slightly. He remembered it for a long time.

"Dijun..." Jing Feirong blinked slowly, and asked politely but it was too late, "Can I kiss you?"

The kiss has already been kissed, according to the process, you can do other things next, and it is inconvenient to wear clothes, so Chu Yanchuan said truthfully: "Yes, you can take off your clothes and kiss."

His objective narration caught Jing Feirong's eyes hotly, and loosened his waist, Jing Feirong threw Chu Yanchuan's light gray girdle under the bed, stuck his fingertips into his clothes, and stroked his soft waist .

The totem on the palm lighted up quietly when the skin was touching, and the shining blue light radiated through the fingers, reflecting Chu Yanchuan's cold and white body skin. It was obviously a cool color, but it seemed to have layers of heat. burst into flames.

The shadows of the candles swayed, and the night wind from the God Realm carried the fragrance of pear blossoms outside the hall, blowing the curtains of the bed, and the shadows of overlapping figures in the bed could be glimpsed in the shaking.

Chu Yanchuan half-closed his eyes, his clothes were half-faded, revealing his shoulders and a small piece of his back. The bones of a butterfly seemed to be fluttering.Jing Feirong clasped his fingers on the couch, clutching the back of Chu Yanchuan's neck like a dog, slamming the lower part hard, and before Chu Yanchuan could cry, his own eyes were red. Choking with sobs, he asked vaguely: "Dijun... I can.

Chu Yanchuan had already bit his lips until they were blood red, and when he opened his mouth he was gasping for breath, he asked in a hoarse voice, "What...

"I can bite you..." Jing Feirong groaned twice with wet eyes, and said, "Can I drink your milk?"

He wanted to ask last time, but at that time the two were not familiar, so he was embarrassed to ask. Although the two are still not familiar today, but after all, he can pretend to be familiar with each other, and it is not a big problem.

Jing Feirong acted obediently, and did not relax his lower body pumping force at all. Chu Yanchuan felt his eyes darkened, and he couldn't hold back a groan. His body was so hot that his whole body was about to melt. He replied with a slight cry: "No..."

At this moment, all refusals are just refusals, Jing Feirong knows this without a teacher, not to mention that Chu Yanchuan loves him so much, there is nothing he can do, the emperor is just shy.Thinking of this, Jing Feirong put his arms around Chu Yanchuan's limp waist and turned him around, kissed the corners of his wet red eyes, and then couldn't wait to go down, like a starved puppy, Showing sharp canine teeth, he opened his mouth to bite on the tender red breast meat.

Chu Yanchuan groaned with red eyes, and stretched out his hand to push Jing Feirong's shoulder, but was held down by his side instead.Sensitive nipples are fucked hard

Licking, chewing and biting, Jing Feirong's lips were hot, and tears fell on Chu Yanchuan's chest.

Chu Yanchuan straightened his waist, his throat kept rolling, his cheeks were flushed, the coldness in his appearance was dyed like snow by lust, and his broken hair was stained with sweat, disrupting the original whiteness and beauty, contrasting Hanbei's Lively and fragrant.

Jing Feirong almost crushed Chu Yanchuan that night. In the end, Chu Yanchuan didn't even have the strength to raise his hand. He closed his eyes and panted softly. Jing Feirong moved closer to his ear, sucked his nose, and said: "Dijun, they all shot inside."

Chu Yanchuan moved his eyelashes, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's better to shoot inside."

He felt the vitality of the young god again, and then he shot it. After a while, the dragon spirit rushed into the blood like sparks. Although his whole body was still limp, the recovery of the primordial spirit in his body was real. can be captured.

When Jing Feirong heard this, his heart trembled, thinking that Dijun really loved him so much.His head was buried in his chest again, moaning and wanting to drink milk, Chu Yanchuan reached out and grabbed his hair, and said weakly, "Let go."

Tweeting twice, Jing Feirong sucked two more puffs on Chu Yanchuan's nipple with nostalgia, then got up, his face was red, his eyes were also red, and he asked Chu Yanchuan in a nasal voice: "Dijun, do you want to wipe it?" Wipe it?"

"No need." Chu Yanchuan had no strength, his consciousness was a little slack, and even he spoke as if he was sighing, "Go to sleep."

Jing Feirong opened his eyes slightly, he thought that Chu Yanchuan was going to put on his clothes and leave again, but unexpectedly he planned to spend the night here this time.He pulled the thin quilt over Chu Yanchuan's body, then lay down on the other side, lightly brushed with his fingertips, and extinguished the candle on the table in the room through the bed curtain.

The white gauze mantle was swaying in the shadows, Jing Feirong was groping around the bedside quietly, Chu Yanchuan noticed it not long after, and asked him, "What is His Royal Highness looking for?"

"No, no." Jing Feirong immediately lay down quietly.

"Is it this?" Chu Yanchuan picked up a small object and asked.

Jing Feirong was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly reached out to snatch it away, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't speak, so he could only breathe aggrievedly, and then turned his back to Chu Yanchuan in a fit of anger.

It was a strange shape, smooth and semi-soft on the outside, the upper part was about half the size of a finger, and the lower part was a round base. At first glance, it was completely confusing, not to mention that Chu Yanchuan got it in the dark. But after thinking about it for a while, he understood what it was.

"Has Your Highness' oral desire period passed yet?" Chu Yanchuan asked cruelly.

He just recalled the scene of Jing Feirong waking up next to the lotus pond with his finger in his mouth the next day after his wedding, and the way he was anxious to hide his clothes while still not forgetting to eat candied fruit tonight, and he thought of his love for eating Grandma seems to have a kind of anticipation and fanatical soft spot, and before falling asleep, she gropes around to find such a thing——

Dragon is a noble, wise and mysterious creature, except for Jing Feirong.

After a long time, Jing Feirong said sullenly, "Isn't it possible?"

Chu Yanchuan blinked, and just as he was about to say that he didn't mean to laugh, he heard Jing Feirong's weeping voice: "Brothers and sisters are all fine, but I was the only one born with such a problem, who told me to return it?" If you are not weaned, you will lose your father."

As soon as the word "Father" came out, Chu Yanchuan was stunned for a moment, looking at the light and shadow shaking on the bed curtain in a daze, there seemed to be a mournful cry that passed through the time of nearly ten thousand years, and his heart ached. .

Jing Feirong finally couldn't hold it back, sucked his nose and began to cry, the Heavenly Emperor had scolded him severely for this matter when he was a child, but he couldn't change it, so he could only hide it, and no one dared to tell.He was very wronged, because the reason was that he hadn't had another father since he was born.

The little secret that had been hidden for so long was discovered by Chu Yanchuan and exposed. Jing Feirong didn't feel angry and ashamed, but suddenly felt aggrieved.He could still vaguely recall that he was hugged by his father, but that face was so blurry that no matter how he recalled it, he couldn't piece together a clearer look.

"Your Highness, stop crying." Chu Yanchuan touched Jing Feirong's arm, and gently turned him around, without saying much, just said, "Go to sleep."

While crying, Jing Feirong didn't forget to stuff the little thing into his mouth, then hugged Chu Yanchuan's waist, buried his face in his chest, wiped away his tears, sobbed and closed his eyes, and it didn't take long Then fell asleep.He was extremely tired today, and he went to bed again after leaving the battlefield. At this moment, his arms were full of warm fragrance and soft jade, and he fell asleep very fast.

Chu Yanchuan held Jing Feirong's wrist, slowly lifted it up, looked at the circle of darkening totems in his palm, and sighed softly.

The author says:

Jing Feirong: No more pacifiers, can I sleep with Dijun's milk in the future? (serious)

[The period of oral desire is my personal cute spot, please don't laugh at Jing Rongrong (add five exclamation points)]